Soon after I started working at the Boulder Planet (more than 11 years ago -- good God), two women came in -- one middle-aged, and a cute blonde about my age. The older woman was there to try to get us to do a story on her feng shui business; while she was making her pitch, the young cute one looked at my desk and said, with concern: "you have horrible feng shui!" I stammered something in reply, lost to time -- my co-workers encouraged me to call her up later, but I was pretty shy, and also probably knew in advance that she wouldn't be too into debates about whether Tony Twist or Chris Simon were the better fighter, and I wouldn't be too into discussions about feng shui.
I thought of those women this weekend, for the first time in a decade. Lately I've been chronically stir-crazy. I have a hard time getting anything done around the house, and I'm wondering if it's just that I don't have it set up in a spiritually fulfilling way. Other friends of mine have equally small places, but they seem more livable (though that may just be the whole grass-is-greener thing).
It could also just be that other people don't store their unpaid bills on their couch.